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He had met Madame Deberle in Helene's rooms, and thought he would not be deemed presuming in presenting himself here when unable to find her. Madame Deberle proved very gracious, pleased as she was with the good-natured air of the worthy man; however, she soon returned to a lively discussion with Malignon. Bon ami will push you!" Jeanne called out, as she danced round her mother. "Be quiet!
His wife, seated with some other ladies on an extremely low couch, rose every other second. When Malignon made his appearance, she affected to turn away her head. He was dressed to perfection; his hair had been curled, and was parted behind, down to his very neck.
She disappeared around the corner of what was formerly the Hôtel Malignon. After a lapse of fifteen minutes she returned. "Come," she said, "my father wishes to receive and thank you." She took my arm and led me up to the Rue St. Guillaume, opposite the Hôtel Mortemart.
She was overwhelmed with shame, and would fain have defended herself, fain have given a reason for being found in that man's company. Then instinctively she gathered up her skirts, as though she were about to cross a gutter. With the tip of his boot Malignon, who had gone on first, was clearing away the plaster which littered the back staircase. The doors were shut once more.
I saw Malignon yesterday, and he was telling me about his stay there. So you let him leave before you, eh?" "Oh! he's quite a nuisance!" exclaimed Juliette, over whose face a serious, embarrassed expression had now crept. "He tormented us to death the whole time." "Your father was hoping for Pauline's sake He hasn't declared his intentions then?" "What!
"Oh, what a lesson! what a lesson! Thank goodness, it is well over!" Malignon was very pale, and made a sorry appearance. His feet beat a tattoo on the ground, as he realized that he was both scorned and ridiculous. His lips could only give utterance to the wretched question: "Then you think I ought to go away as well?"
He ran to open the door, and Juliette entered, her face veiled, her figure wrapped in a fur mantle. While Malignon was gently closing the door, she stood still for a moment, with the emotion that checked the words on her lips undetected. However, before the young man had had time to take her hand, she raised her veil, and displayed a smiling face, rather pale, but quite unruffled.
"I will get you one," said Helene, starting to her feet. "No, no, thank you. You must not inconvenience yourself so much." For a short time Helene had been watching Malignon. He had just shaken hands with the doctor, and was now bidding farewell to Juliette at the doorway.
At the table, which was now deserted, but covered with all the litter of the huge feast, a few ladies some dozen or so, who had preferred to wait till the children had retired now sat down. As no servant could be found, Malignon bustled hither and thither in attendance.
Malignon, however, defended himself. He had no knowledge of this girl Florence; he had never in his life spoken a word to her. They had possibly seen him with a lady: he was sometimes in the company of the wife of a friend of his. Besides, who had seen him? He wanted proofs, witnesses. "Pauline," hastily asked Madame Deberle, raising her voice, "did you not meet him with Florence?"
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